Dead Fish Not Floating

Somedays I feel like my life is some big joke that exists primarily for the amusement of others.  On a good day I can laugh about the absurdities in my life...other days not so much.  Yesterday sucked, but maybe I will write about that another time.  Today I woke up on a mission to complete a lot of stuff (see yesterday someone who shall not be named told me I don't do enough - oh yeah that is another story)...so I hopped out of bed at 4am and ran downstairs to do some laundry and dishes.  When I got downstairs I was greeted by Georgia's dead fish stuck under a cement basketball decoration (which I am sure was greatly enjoyed by her fish, whatever his name was).  What the hell - did it drown? LOL...I am not sure how it got caught smushed up against the glass next to this basketball, but it did.  I thought dead fish floated - not this one.  Yesterday Georgia and Braden were washing the fish bowl with what seemed like an inordinate amount of soap.  I cautioned them to rinse it REALLY well.  I doubt that really had anything to do with whats-its-name's death...I didn't want to touch it so I moved the fishbowl to the table and sat at the counter and did my grading.  I thought about putting it in Georgia's room and letting her discover it, but that did not seem right.  I thought about flushing it down the toilet...I didn't.  When Georgia woke up I told her that something sad had happened.  She cried - she decided she wanted to bury it in the backyard (later, after school), then she got out of bed and took a shower.  I still have to get the fish out of the bowl.  Yuck.  Dead fish not floating.